Oh hum hum. I have one million and three things on my mind this week. Which makes blogging difficult, makes working difficult, and generally makes anything other than slumming it on the couch all day difficult. But here I am, winging it, as per usual.
Like, I’m ready for soup weather. Really ready. Broccoli cheddar, chicken noodle, tortilla, creamy wild rice, all the soups. But it’s four hundred and seven degrees outside. AND THAT’S TOO HOT FOR SOUP. It’s upsetting, primarily because summers in Texas are quite literally never ending. Until mid February, when the entire God-forsaken state ices over. Maybe I have some pent up anger towards my home state, okay?
I’m planning on writing a post re: being married to a firefighter, as some of you have suggested/requested. And while I have no problem rambling on about my marriage to a city-employed kitten rescuer for 500 words, is there anything in particular you people would like to know?
It’s hard to Instagram creatively when you spend your days at home. Like, I can only Instagram my morning cup of coffee and a pictures of Max so many times before it gets repetitive. So sorry my Instagram sucks lately.
When it comes to decorating my house, I feel like I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place. All the walls, I repeat, all the walls are bare. But the problem is, decorating your house is expensive. Even if you use your weekly 40% off Hobby Lobby coupon, IT’S STILL EXPENSIVE. It would cost me hundreds of dollars to decorate every wall in this house! HUNDREDS. And then how would we eat?! And don’t you dare suggest that I hop on Pinterest and DIY something. Because I hate doing it myself. Hate it. I honestly believe that there is nothing worse than doing something yourself. But I don’t want to pay someone else to do it for me so…rock, meet hard place. Please send wall decor and new throw pillows because mine smell like dog.
After last week, I was SO ready to go for the lob. It was happening. I was convinced. But then as I picked up the phone to call the salon I was paralyzed by fear because what if my new short hair makes my face look all chubby and round? Or what if I can’t master the perfect wave??? These are legitimate fears.
That was exhausting. I need a nap.